Terrifier: Splatter

11

She tugged at the handcuffs that kept her stuck to a wooden desk all day. After her thousandth attempt of the day, she huffed in frustration, giving up. The past week had been a repeating cycle for her, she'd wake up, still chained to a hardwood desk that was impossible to move. Then she would struggle against the cuffs, trying to wriggle out of them, and after a while of another unsuccessful attempt, she would give up, and continue the next day.

Her surroundings were quite plain, there was a footstool that was just out of reach, she kicked it once on accident while aggressively trying to get out of the cuffs, that's how she knew it was even there. The room was dark, and she couldn't see anything. She only knew what she did by feeling around with her legs. There were no windows, no source of light, she knew there had to be a door somewhere, but even if she knew where it was, she couldn't get to it anyway.

She squints when the room is suddenly filled with a blinding light ─ it was actually a normal light but her eyes hadn't been used to seeing it for a while. A silhouette came in the doorway that had just been opened, blocking part of the light. Her eyes quickly adjusted, and she saw that Art stood there. "Why am I even alive? Can you kill me already?" Mallory spoke, her voice had an added roughness to it, after having no access to water for days. She felt like she was trying to hold hands with death at this point, but couldn't quite reach it, so instead she was suffering.

He didn't respond, of course. He doesn't talk, but he is usually communicative with his body language and gestures, however this time he wasn't. He moved around, and seemed to find what he was looking for, he put a brick down to hold the door open. He walked away for only a minute, coming back inside the small space holding an object in his hands.

She couldn't tell what it was until he tossed it onto the stool, and nudged it closer to her. It was a piece of meat, raw, and bloodied. She was not sure if this was supposed to be food for her, or him bragging about someone that he had killed. She figured out it was the former, when he made a eating motion with his hands.

Mallory leaned over, and inspected it. Knowing Art, she was sure this wasn't from an animal. "Pass. I'm not a cannibal." She leaned back into her spot. Even if this was the only option on the menu, she wasn't going to accept anything from the clown, she'd rather finish starving to death. He put his hands on his hips in an angry manner at her response, like a disappointed parent.

He came closer, and picked up the meat, throwing it onto her lap, then he walked out, and left the door with the brick holding it open. Oh, how she wished she could run out of here. She glanced back at the meat, seeing how blood slowly pooled into her lap, some of it spilling onto the floor. Very unappetizing!

She found it crazy how all of this happened to her, all because of that clown. Both of the friend groups she made, dead, because of him. She wondered why he had picked her specifically to stay alive, he had certainly harmed her enough to prove he could kill her without hesitation. Some strange, very strange, liking to her, she supposed. She thought back to her bestfriend, she could've survived, if only Mallory hadn't accidentally shot her instead of Art.

Her mind went to Thomas, he never stood a chance. On top of being her boyfriend at the time, he was quite the coward. She remembered how the psycho ripped out Oliver's heart, and fed it to her, she noticed he had especially enjoyed killing people who like her romantically. Then she thought about Vivian, poor Vivian, she doomed herself by reacting too late to the murderous clown. There wasn't much to say about her death. To see the positive in the negative (in this case, extremely negative), at least she died with one of the last things she looked at being the Christmas lights, her favorite thing.

Art came back, now holding a salt shaker and a cup of water. He carefully seasoned the meat, that was still bleeding in her lap, then brought the cup up to her lips. She turned her head away, mostly to be stubborn, because she did not want to be in his presence, and she would let him know. He seemed to get angry at this and tossed the salt shaker away so he could have a free hand, gripping her chin with his hand while forcing her to drink the water. He was only doing this so she wouldn't die from lack of food and water. For surviving him this long, she should have a better death than that.

When he pulled the empty cup away, she coughed from how he had her rapidly chugging the water. He patted her head, smiling at her, then he gestured once more for her to eat the food, before he stepped out. She leaned over, trying to see where she was from outside of the door while he had it open.

As he was moving the brick away so the door could shut, she saw grass, then a fence, and that was it before the door slammed shut, darkness enveloping her again. She sighed, and shook herself so the meat would get off of her already. A fence... she could be in a backyard.

That would mean this is probably a storage shed, which would make sense considering it was a pretty small space. She squirmed in her cuffs, if only she didn't have these stupid restraints! She heard a small creak from the desk she was tied to. It's getting loose!

Mallory continued to move around, ignoring the pain of how raw her wrists were getting. "Come on..." she grunted, and with one more strong tug, the desk leg snapped.

She slid forward, and got on her feet, putting her hands in front of her. She still had the cuffs on, but now she wasn't chained to anything. She could escape!